Even late at night, there were four tall, well-built security guards standing at the hotel entrance. If Nancy ran towards them, the kidnappers would truly be out of options.

Moreover, Vivian only had one chance to deceive Nancy. It had to be successful; failure was not an option.

Inside the van, one man, scratching his head and looking rather clueless, asked, "What do we do now? She's not coming over."

His companion, holding a dagger against Vivian's lower back, commanded coldly, "Figure it out! Make her come here!"

Vivian stiffened in fear, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

In this life-or-death situation, she desperately wanted to lure Nancy over. In fact, she even hoped that Nancy would be captured by the kidnappers and die at their hands!

Seeing Nancy's impatient demeanor, Vivian bit her lip in frustration. "Nancy, if you don't come over, how can you give them the money? Hurry up..."

"I'm not bothered to come over."

Nancy opened her shoulder bag, pulled out her phone, and said, "Tell them to give me their account number. I'll transfer the money."

The kidnappers were stunned.

Damn, she's clever!

A bank transfer?

They hadn't even thought of that, and Nancy had figured it out.

If only they had made Vivian ask for a hefty sum from her!

Vivian's expression kept changing. If she couldn't lure Nancy over, she would be the one to die!

"Nancy!"

Her voice was almost hoarse. "They don't want a transfer, they want cash!"

"Cash?"

Nancy laughed. "Where am I supposed to get two million cash at this time of night?"

She irritably put her phone back in her bag. "Take it or leave it! I'm not playing along!"

With that, she turned to walk away, causing the kidnappers in the van to panic.

Vivian had finally managed to lure Nancy out. If Nancy went back now, they would lose their chance!

Without considering the consequences, three men jumped out of the van and sprinted towards Nancy.

The remaining man, the one holding the dagger to Vivian's waist, now pressed it against her neck. He forced Vivian out of the van and yelled at Nancy, "If you run, I'll kill her!"

Vivian's eyes rolled back, almost fainting.

Using her life to threaten Nancy? Did these people have brains?

In Nancy's eyes, she probably couldn't wait for her to die!

Just as the man shouted, Nancy suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the three men charging towards her.

As they approached, they also saw a person walking towards them from behind Nancy, step by step, unhurried.

Squinting their eyes, they recognized the approaching figure and exclaimed in shock and fear, "Ah! It's Charlie!"

Yes!

It was Charlie!

His posture was upright, his demeanor noble. Even in such a dangerous situation, his cold face showed no panic. His steady steps exuded a powerful and imposing aura.

Seeing him, the three men recoiled in fear, involuntarily stepping back.

Charlie, looking indifferent, walked up to Nancy and stopped beside her.

His deep eyes briefly swept over the man holding Vivian and spoke in a low, stern voice that echoed in the night, "I'm giving you a chance. Let her go now, or else..."